Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.